Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-10-26

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| verssu was dead.
How dare ask vonr forgiveness," said
| II. Lacroix. with emotion.
| "And II said NJ. de LigDerolles. shave
much to atone for, and. please God. will at
least be the means of restoring your good
! and honorable name"
"All is forgiven" said Roger you
thought You were doing your duty. All ask
/ is the restoration of my good name. for my
| cliid's sake Alas you cannot restore nv
| poor, broEen-heartad WIFE
While they were talking Tristot stepped to
the window to wipe his eyes, and as he
looked out they wandered mechanically to-
wards that little balcony where the unhappy
young mother saw the fearful sight disclosed
in Larouette's house. He thought be saw
something lying upon the balcony where the
young mother and child had stood on that
fatal night ten years before. The moon
shone through rift in the waving branches
Of the chestnut trees, and Tristot felt sure
that ho saw the white, upturned face of
woman, and in that one brief moment he
thought it looked like that Of the unhappy
woman whose death was so deplorable
He did not believe in ghosts or the re-
embodiment Of spirits, or he would have
been afraid; Us il was be gave half articu-
late cry and sprang through the open win
dow and from there to the ground, some six
or seven feet, and in an instant was speeding
across the lawn that Roger had newly trim
med and restored 10 its former beauty. for il
crieved him to the heart to see the place
which was sacred to him by Thousand en-
deariup memories so neglected and forpottan
Tristot. in a few leaps, had crossed the little
space and with the agility of q monkey he
climbed I'D one of the columns which s,,p-
nortad the balcony. and when there he fo,nd
the inanimate hodv of the noor vo,no wife
who had been s1IDDosed dead so mauv wears
As soon ms he satisfied himself that Henri
cite was not dead he gave peculiar whistle
which caused Pivolot to suddenly turn to the
window rs if il were a sign which he well
knew. and he answered it by iumpiup incon-
tinentlv ont unon the sward and rushing IN
Tristot, who said in whisper;
airing the rest and lights quick and take
care I.aroaue is kent away from this woman
until give the signal If lam not greatly
mistaken it is the lost wife
Tho thraa men who had renaipad b,, tho
side of the dead assassin heard Pivolot ne he
caIlad and he told tbem In hiring Egbts and
come with all possibIe sneed to villa Mon
tola;s where somethinc remar,.ahla had
tal,ap nloca IT was univ tbap tbot tboy ali
remembered the awful wailino cry tbnv had
heard. and they looked at each other in bor-
riGed silence. but NJ. Lacroix seized n lamn
and shading it with his hat ran down the
stairs followed Inv Rorer and NJ De Lyme
roles and they hurried across to the front
door, which Roger opened with the kew he
had obtained from the agent from whom he
had rented his own house. as he had not dared
claim its possession in the name of Suzanne,
who was its ostensible owner
They went up the stairs, Pivolot cautioninr
them against making a noise, and when they
reached the parlor they found that Tristot
had already borne the body of Henriette to
her own room. with a memory for nlaces
that would have been remarkable in any one
hut himself As soon as he received the Iipht
he made sign for NJ Lacroix to follow him.
and he only was permitted to enter the room.
Instantly he recognized the pale face lying
upon the pillows, apparently without life OF
motion, as that of Mime. Laroque, whom he
had so numerically tortured, and whose pres
ence was mystery beyond his power to solve.
NJ. Lacroix went back again, and as he